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October 2008 / Volume 8 / Issue Three | |||||||||||
Carl Miller Daniels | |||||||||||
radishes are red, too the sexy big-dicked teenage boy is thinking about martians while he is jerking off. the sexy big-dicked teenage boy is lying naked on his broad well-muscled back and tugging on his big smooth dick while thinking about mars and the martians, martians who, at this very moment, may be roaming in armed bands over that planet, gathering provisions to load onto their ships and carry those provisions to earth as peace offerings and/or weapons, whichever may be deemed appropriate. and as the sexy big-dicked teenage boy lies there naked in his bedroom jerking off, he envisions the martians taking off from the planet mars in their big smooth shiny ships and heading toward the earth, intent on war or peace, it doesn't seem to matter to them, just as long as they arrive here on the surface of our rich ripe planet, and as the sexy big-dicked teenage boy lies there naked on his back pumping away on his cock, he envisions the little naked footprints the martians are making as they step onto the desert soil of nevada, the plowed fields of iowa, the dusty playgrounds of seattle, and the sexy big-dicked teenage boy starts spurting big hot gobs of gooey cum that spatter his chest and belly and dribble into his wiry lightly-musk-scented pubic hair, and he lies there spurting cum thinking about the martians, longing for the martians, so hungry for martians that his mouth waters and spit trickles down his cleft and handsome chin. "gotta love them martians," he whispers, and then he giggles so charmingly, it's almost like he's not alone. |
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